A collaborative story written during a creative writing workshop between the Forest Online and Wild Forest and Fauna’s Future Leaders program. Written by Dani, Luke, Ana, and Katerin.

En algún lugar del bosque tropical amazónico de Perú, Kadal caminaba por la trocha contemplando los árboles. Ella estaba perdida sin salida.

Kadal construye en refugio al pie de un árbol de ceiba para protegerse de los rayos, truenos en lo pro fundo del bosque; finalmente logro construir su refugio cortando bambú descubrió que dentro de él había agua limpio y claro. Entonces calmo su sed, pero moria de hambre vio a su almededr Frutos coudos y maduras, algunos ro edores como el sajino y picero comían agua je y chapaja.

Entonces se siento segura y los probo gustándole el sabor, ají mismo vio hongos comestibles llamados cayampa, cambiándolo em Monmigas y Termitas que encontró al pie de un árbol sedo.

Así paso el día Kadal había comido y estaba consada, decidía dormir. ZZZZZZZZZZ.

Al despetar empezó a caminar escu chando sonidos tomtemplando los colones cerdes de la Amazonia así puelo ver una quebrada pequeña siquiendolo hasta llegar al rio las piedras.

Mientras cominaba a orillas de la queba da muchos monos entropa le distrajeron, sin dares cuenta que pasaba y bote que la Salvaría, sin embargo no se percató y el bota continuo su viaje. Quedándose nuevamente en el bosque tropical Amazónico de Perú.

Unas horas después el bote se accident, chocándose con una penta, muriendo las personas que iban en el.

Ella pensó, la Madre naturaliza me Salvo!

 

Once upon a time in the rainforest of Peru, Kadal was lost.

She gripped the handle of a machete too tight as she hacked her way through the brush. She was unaware of the blisters forming on her hands, glad instead that her going had been easier since she found the machete the jungle seemed to just lie at her feet.

She glanced at the sky periodically. Light was fading, thunder approached, and she didn’t have food, water, or shelter.

She spotted a tree that should provide adequate shelter. She thanked the jungle as she cut palms for the floor and roof. As she cut them, she hit something harder: bamboo. It surprised her when water trickled from it. She drank eagerly, once again thanking the jungle for her help.

The rain was almost upon her, so she gathered her palms and built her shelter. Before she entered, she saw a rabbit eating some mushrooms and a squirrel monkey eating some fruit from a palm. She scared them away with her machete, apologizing as she did, and ate some mushrooms and fruit. She finished just as she started to rain.

Beneath her shelter, she waited for the dark. She was soaked within ten minutes. The palms did their best, but they could not fight off the downpour.

She wanted to sleep, but the creaks of the trees, the calls of the frogs, and the breaking of sticks from footsteps kept her wide awake. She did not know which sound, if any, were threats of attack or falling trees.

When she finally began to drift off, she felt a pinch on her leg. Soon she felt them all over. She realized they were ants and set to batting them away. By the time they left her alone, she was exhausted and fell right to sleep.

When she woke up, she headed towards the faint sound of running water that seemed to come with a breeze. She tripped over a root and grabbed a tree covered in spikes. She pulled the spikes out one by one as she kept walking towards the sound.

The next time she tripped, she twisted her ankle on a rock.

The third time, her hand landed near bullet ants. One of them bit her wrist, and that is when she cried. She did not understand why the jungle was now hurting her after it helped her the night before.

She reached the stream, which was shallow enough to walk through since it was created by the rain. She followed the water towards a river.

After a few minutes, she heard a motor and began to run.

As soon as the spotted the river, a piece of fruit fell at her feet. She looked up and saw capuchins, howler monkeys, and squirrel monkeys, all holding fruit of various sizes.

She struggled through the falling fruit until she reached the river’s edge.

The boat was too far gone. She fell to her knees and cried again, begging to know why the jungle stopped her from being saved.

The boat heaved, and she saw people dumped into the river. The boat broke apart. A log drifted where it had been.

Kadal put her hand on the trunk of the nearest tree. She thanked the Mother Jungle for creating the obstacles in her path and protecting her from the fate of the men in the boat.